The hotel had been in continuous operation for one hundred years. Rising one hundred, twenty-four feet and taking up an entire city block, the exterior was of stone block cut in megalithic proportions giving the hotel such a colossal appearance it seemed impossible that the underlying ground could support the structure.
Inside the hotel was no less impressive. The lobby's Italian marble floors gleaming beneath crystal chandeliers that hung from a ceiling decorated in three dimensional reliefs of such size that the crafting might have been the work of giants.
Exquisite attention to detail continued into the guest room levels. After exiting an elevator paneled in wood of rich hues normally only seen in libraries and smoking rooms, I gazed down a hall of such length that optical illusion reduced the far end to a two-by-six rectangle. The sculptured carpet was met by wood wainscot that three of the nine foot wall height. Doors of Philippine mahogany were dark contrast to the beige walls. From the ceiling hung shaded chandeliers at ten foot intervals making shadow a stranger.
I'm sure the intent was to engulf a visitor in comfortable opulence. But all I could see was the word REDRUM.
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